Natural Hair
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Dear mane, I used to be ashamed to say that you’re mine
On the playground, getting harassed with questions like:
“Were you born with braids on your head?”, “How does it grow so fast?”,
I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck – Audre Lorde
That proudly screams I am a black woman
In a society that breaks their back
Kinky!
Curly!
Rough!
All the words to describe just how tough natural hair really is!
Won’t lay down, tangling constantly, no moisture.
What can I do to get my hair as soft and curly as others?
Pardon me while I speak from my roots
By this, I mean the beginning of my hair follicles
So excuse me if my words sound twisted or dark by nature
If you catch my drift.
Joined and denounced by many
Dear Ms. Arie
I am my hair
I am my skin
I am also the soul that lives within
Times have changed Ms. Arie
I can walk around the office with wild hair and still be "irie"
Dark skin is just my color
I was tired of the conformity,
I had finally found myself.
The braids hid the real me,
Long and black,
Suffocating my true self.
The words were thrown,
Like blows from hands,
You have no hair,
Thorns reside on a crown where roses once grew
Spiraling outward towards the heavens
with the arrival of spring
It’s winter now.
What was once a fiery bush of life
It makes me sad when people make fun of black girl’s curlsBecause that’s all I ever wanted.My hair is curly too, but not curly enough to be coolor flat enough to be normal or white people hair.
I am more than the 4C type
It does not get me where I’m going in life
The kinkiness does not exemplify what I am capable of
Just how I present myself out of love
Is it natural? Yup
You're telling me there's no weave or extensions? Yup
Well then you must be part white or something? Nope
Seriously, you're fully African American? Yup
But,you have a perm then? Nope
My hair is wild and crazy
Especially when I'm lazy
Takes hours of work to comb through
But hey, not everyone wants to look like you
You can laugh and tease, I don't care
Because I sure do love my "nappy hair"
He told me to contain my hair.
To pull the reins on my paradise.
He said "They won't stop staring."
He couldn't understand the mutiny.
I had a Garden of Eden growing from my roots.
Flowing Locks Of Ropes
Cherish thee With Love
Long braids flowing down
hardly ever touch the ground.
Pig tails-Pony tails
i sat in my imagination
recreated music videos
imagined my skin bleached
by the lights
as the music made my hair
feel long,
Soft as cotton, Black as charcoal
Intertwining curls making rough tweaking music
The sound of dry bristles
Yet fluffy to the eye
Having a mind of its own
Uncooperative, stubborn, and hard headed
